45 - Show Me

45 - Show Me

Cillian

It was a nightmare. I knew that much.

I had been reliving the same dreams of my past, of my sins, for years. But that time… it was different and horrifying.

My feet floated into the house that looked like mine. My brain was a victim of its trauma, and I couldn’t stop myself when I started climbing the stairs with flowers and a cake box in my hands. It was happening again.

“D-don’t!” I tried to warn myself. To stop. To turn away. But my brain wasn’t listening to me, and I kept floating.

I opened the door and found a woman lying on my bed. “Please don’t!” I cried out, moving closer and instead of dark brown hair, wavy golden locks splayed on the pillow.&nb